Recently, a friend told me that all the snacks in Shaxian County, Fujian Province that I loved most when I was in college were suddenly closed, and I couldn’t find any of them. I felt very strange, so I looked around and found that I often went there. Several are really closed.

After many twists and turns, I finally found a very remote restaurant in Shaxian County, Fujian Province. I worked as a reporter for a while and wanted to try to secretly interview the boss.

So, the following conversation came about, and The shocking inside story I unearthed...

"The war is over." The owner of Shaxian Snacks sat down in front of me with a cigarette in his mouth, his eyes wandering. A puff of cigarette crawled out of his mouth.

I feel unhappy.

At that time, I ordered a basket of steamed buns and a large portion of wontons. I was very happy with the meal and planned to order another chicken drumstick. In fact, I wanted to eat the big steak in the big steak set meal, but I didn’t know if that one was the best. I'm thinking about whether it can be sold alone. This middle-aged man sat down in front of me, a smiling customer who was eating alone, and said something nonsense and smoked a cigarette.

"What war? Also, are the large rows in the large row set menu sold separately?" I asked patiently.

He got up and went to the kitchen, bringing a pot full of braised food. Eggs, dried tofu, chicken legs, and ribs.

"What are you...?" I asked.

"Eat whatever you want, no money required. If you want rice, I'll get it." He handed me a big spoon, "Listen to me, I have something in my heart, everything is over, I Gotta say something. ”

This is a good deal. I nodded.

"Look," he pointed not far away. In a Lanzhou ramen restaurant, the boss and several waiters were sitting on a table at the door, each holding a handful of playing cards in their hands. "What are they doing?"

"Playing cards," I looked for a braised egg in the pot that had been braised for a long time and was more flavorful.

"No, look carefully." He said with a sarcasm on his face.

I stopped my chopsticks and looked carefully. They held a handful of playing cards, but no one moved for a long time, their expressions were numb, and they were silent among themselves.

"Hesitating." He tapped the table, "I understand this feeling."

I ignored him and opened a braised egg, juice overflowing.

"Did you know? Bin Laden is dead." He seemed to be telling me a secret.

"Hmm..." I agreed vaguely with a braised egg in my mouth, but the yolk choked my mouth.

"So, the war is over. It's over. They lost and we won," he said sadly. "But one thing is the same. From tomorrow on, we will also be sheep out of pasture."

I looked at this boss again. He was slightly dark, with coastal features, and there was a simplicity unique to the people in the Chaoshan area. Qi.

"Boss, is your business not going well recently?" I asked. Are you out of your mind? Are you crazy about wonton buns? Are you poisoned by the stewed soup?

"Have you ever seen businessmen come here to collect money?" he asked.

"It seems not."

"Have you ever seen gangsters coming to cause trouble?" he asked.

"It doesn't seem to be the case."

He leaned close to me and spoke deeply in my ear. "Because I'm from the Security Department."

I looked at this boss again. He was slightly dark and had coastal features, and he had a sense of great mission like an iron-blooded forum.

"Huh?" I said. Your mother's.

"I'm not a snack bar owner. I'm an intelligence agent." He crossed his legs, resolutely, and looked into the distance.

"Huh?" I said. ****of.

“Shaxian snacks are not opened across the country to make money. They are a special operations agency set up to deal with Islamic extremist forces infiltrating into China’s inland cities through them, affiliated to the Ninth Bureau of the Ministry of Security. " he said.

"Them?" I was shocked.

He raised his hand.

"Lanzhou Ramen?" I turned to look.

"Not just." He looked around. "There are also Wuzhong snacks, Xinjiang chicken..."

"No." I looked back at Lanzhou Ramen, where I often eat.

"It's darker than you think."

"Hey! How could there be so much money to attract so many people."

"Many rich people in the Middle East ." he said.

"No, I said so many Jiasha County snacks..."

"Have you paid taxes?" he asked.

"Aren't you talking nonsense?"

"Are house prices high?" he asked.

"I'll slap you."

"So many taxes, hitting new highs every year, so much land, new land kings every day." He paused to give me time to think. "Where did the money go?"

"Hey, wasn't it stolen by eating and drinking?"

"Fart!" He jumped up, with blue veins bulging out, as if You want to slap me hard. "How much infamy our officials bear for this!"

"You mean," I said with a surprised expression.

"Yes." He pointed at the entire store. "Intelligence agencies. The shield of the country."

"Have you ever heard of 500 billion in stability maintenance funds?" he asked.

"I've heard of it."

"The actual money invested is more than ten times!" he said impassionedly. "There are no corrupt officials in China!"

"No corrupt officials?"

"Not one!"

"So?"

"It's all a pretense! To confuse international hostile forces!" he said, "You see those fat-minded officials..."

"Is it a pretense?"

"Bear the humiliation and bear the heavy burden ." He said with a deep expression.

"Just imagine it." He followed the instructions. "If we didn't spend a penny to eat and drink, and we didn't get a penny to be embezzled, and the officials just pretended to be incompetent and greedy, making the world think that all our financial resources were consumed internally..."

"Oh my God!" I was shocked. Shocked by this grand truth, the room fell into silence, and the two people looked at each other speechless.

"The central government is playing a big game." He was radiating the grand light of a powerful community, so dazzling!

"We are almost omnipotent." He said proudly.

"No..."

"Huh, bin Laden is dead, do you know?"

"You asked just now, I know ..." I suddenly stopped and realized the meaning of this sentence.

"The location is provided by us." He said briskly.

"Oh my God!" He was shocked again, "So Shaxian Snacks got rid of bin Laden!"

"No," he said a little embarrassed, "accurately." He said that this information was intercepted by Juewei Yabo, the Second Department of the General Staff, but we are comrades under the same banner. If you use the internal code "A Hymn of Loyalty" when buying Yabo, it will still work. There are 20% off..."

"Spread your blood to make the Spring and Autumn Period." He stood up and sang excitedly.

Then he sat down heavily with a depressed look on his face.

"What's wrong?" I asked.

"It's all over." He said sadly. "Bin Laden is dead, Al Qaeda has completely withdrawn from China, and Shaxian Snacks will be disbanded soon."

"I don't hate Bin Laden, he is also a man with ideals who devotes his life to his beliefs. "He murmured. "But this is what the higher-ups want. We have made a dirty deal with the United States."

"I am leaving this position that I have worked for many years." He smoked heavily. "I have seen many scenes that you can't believe. In the mist of gastrodia pig brain soup, there are all the sorrows, joys and silences of a pig's past and present lives. When chewing squab, the world will turn upside down and you will fall quickly into the sky. Diving into the steamed rice, you see the beautiful south flashing in the vast white world."

"And all this will be annihilated, just like a piece of green onion melting in the meat. ."

"The time has come to leave." He covered his face, and I saw dark tears in his fingers.

When he stood up again, the resolute intelligence officer disappeared, and he turned into a Shaxian snack owner again. He was slightly dark, with coastal features, and he was cleaning the dishes nonchalantly.

"Go away and don't tell anyone." He said.

A few days later, I passed that street again. There were no Shaxian snacks or Lanzhou Ramen. The vendors whispered, how many undercurrents are surging in it? I don’t know, but after losing this street in Shaxian and Lanzhou, it is becoming strange and losing its soul.

But I accidentally saw him again in the city center. It was indeed him, wearing a waiter's uniform to attract customers. I was extremely excited and stepped forward to greet him, "Have you found a new job?" His eyes wandered and he ignored me, nodding in one direction. I looked in the direction he was pointing and saw a KFC store manager looking coldly through the glass.

"The war is not over yet." He whispered as he passed me.

"A hymn of loyalty." I responded in a low voice

It was this one that came out first, and then there were a large number of imitations, such as KFC Big Plate Chicken, Tieguanyin Shenma, collectively known as Shaxian Style. . . .